Re: A Game of Chase (7/?)
anonymous
December 27 2011, 23:15:45 UTC
"You mean it?" A large toothy grin made its way onto the other's features and Arthur couldn't help but notice how sharp they looked up this close. "I knew you'd agree."
Arthur cringed as the wolf nuzzled into his neck, inhaling deeply, no doubt memorizing his scent rather than some sort of mock appreciation. After a long moment the other moved back, only just slightly to look into Arthur's eyes, making sure he was paying attention.
"You're have to listen to the rules, all right," that horrid smile was back on the other's lips. "It's all pretty simple. I chase you and you run, okay? If you make it to... hmmm... Your home before I catch you, you win. If I do catch you, I win. Easy enough, right? I'll even give you a head start! It'll be fun... but once I catch you, I've caught you, got it? It's not one of those 'you can keep running if you get away' deals. It's like... tag! A game of tag. If I catch you, it's over. I win and... and maybe I'll let you go to play again sometime, but... I dunno. I might wanna keep you around and all. Spring, you know?"
Arthur really didn't. He supposed he could be alluding to food being scarce for him in winter and with Arthur there caught, trapped, he'd make for an easy meal. The favors in this game were widely against him despite the wolf trying to 'even out the playing field.'
"Okay, so you got it?"
Arthur nodded numbly. It was a chance at least. A chance to out run and escape from danger. It was better than nothing. It was better than the other just ripping out his throat here. He had an opportunity to live another day and he'd take it. He couldn't waste this. He needed to play this silly little cruel game in order to carry on.
"Good. 3... 2... 1..." Alfred's voice was as smooth as silk as it drifted to his ears. “Run.”
It took no other encouragement. Arthur pushed Alfred aside, running at full sprint across the meadow towards the thick rows of fur trees needing to put some distance between them at once. A head start. He was granted a head start, which meant that if he was fast enough, Arthur could out run and completely lose the other if Alfred lack any particular speed or grace. Though, he sincerely doubted it considering the way the wolf moved before... But now wasn't the time to think of such trifling subjects. His mind was now intent on getting through the dense trees to the stream that ran throughout the forest. That would probably be the best way to win this sort of game. If he dove in, he could wash his scent away momentarily and if he had a great lead on the other he could make it to the warren without leading the other there leaving the wolf helplessly confused as to where he had disappeared to.
Alfred watched Arthur's retreating form with nothing but a grin on his face that could only be described as appropriate, for it mimicked what he truly was. He cocked an eyebrow in amusement. Bunny-boy was a bit faster than he thought, which was awesome. Nothing was fun without a bit of a challenge, and it seemed like Arthur would be quite refreshing. After all of the monotony that seemed to have surrounded him as of late this would be lovely.
A Game of Chase (8/?)
anonymous
December 27 2011, 23:17:56 UTC
The wolf sniffed the air: the meadow smelled of wildflowers, grasses and the lingering smell of Arthur. God, his prey really did smell quite fantastic. He threw his head back, boisterous laughter rumbling from his chest as he bounced on the balls of his bare feet. He felt excitement like no other. It had been such a long time since anyone would willingly play with him and Alfred just hoped he wasn't so rusty that such an opportunity would go to waste.
Arthur was a delightful creature, much more so than that sly fox had let on to Alfred. The wolf now knew why. Such a pretty little thing, he was: light sandy blond hair that was so fluffy and soft to the touch, much like the fur on those adorable ears of his; big, green eyes that were the shade of all of those clovers his kind always loved; and pale, beautiful skin that still hadn't quite lost its snowy look from winter. A small rare, beauty. Alfred hardly found himself staring at those lower on the food chain, but that bunny was hardly anything to sniff at. Quick, agile, he seemed smart and if you got over his initial nervousness that seemed to plague the poor creature, you'd be able to tell that there certainly was something feisty in there.
Oh, this would be fun. So, so much fun. Best be getting to work, though. He had mused long enough. Because it certainly wasn't as if he actually wanted to lose the little rabbit. With adrenaline already pumping through his veins as sheer excitement grew to all new levels.
Oh the thrill of the hunt.
Arthur, breath labored and heavy, had burst through even more underbrush, beginning to tire from such strenuous activity. Each fall of his feet lasted on the dirt, grass and thicket no more than a forth of a second. Gulping down several breaths of air, he tried to aid his now starving lungs, leaving little airy gasps in his wake. Soon they felt as though they were tightening to no end, forcing Arthur to breath and heavily rely on his nose.
Floppy blond ears, that were once an asset for hearing danger, were now nothing more than a mere nuisance as they slapped him in the face and hit dense, overrun plant life causing more unnecessary pain. The pads of his feet were raw and cut open: the pain of blood oozing from the wounds was only a minor concern compared with the intense frenzied feeling he was currently facing. He instinctively dodged hanging branches and trees, jumping over debris on the ground when necessary whilst trying not work himself into such a panic that he lost all sense of rational thought and relied fully on instincts.
The sun had now set and darkness seemed to taunt him; tease him. Means and ways of escape, constantly flitted passed his eyes, only to be dashed of hope when met only with sinister, looming trees. Where exactly was that stream? Everything began to look the same and actual familiar surroundings dwindled in number.
His foot caught itself in a root and with a cry, Arthur found himself toppling over onto the ground, his ankle staying at an odd, excruciating angle before freeing itself. His face hit against the edge of a rock and a slight cut was made on his forehead. Arthur cried out. It hurt. Everything was beginning to hurt so badly. His body was aching from the strenuous activity, his feet sore from the rough terrain and now his head throbbed and his ankle was probably twisted at best.
But now was not the time to stop. Now was not the time for some sort of pity party. He had to run. He had to escape. He couldn't think about the pain. He had to survive. He had to live long enough to figure out how to nurse himself back to health.
A Game of Chase (10/?)
anonymous
December 27 2011, 23:20:00 UTC
Arthur crawled to his knees and leaned up, using a tree to support him so that he was lying flush against its trunk. A wave of nausea and pain mixed hit him as he put his injured foot on the ground, not even supporting half of his weight. Don't think about it. A hard command to follow, but he had to. He had to keep moving. Who the hell knew where that blasted Alfred was. With a groan, a small trail of tears escaping his eyes, he launched himself off and took back to his previous pace, sprinting through the pain, feeling as though he would throw up at any moment.
And then freedom was in sight. The metaphorical light at the end of the tunnel was so near. A stream; the stream was a few hundred meters away. He'd be safe. He just needed to keep going; work through his pain and be in the clear.
No sooner had the thought reached his head than Arthur found himself sprawled out on the ground once more, but this time a large, warm, heavy weight found itself on top of him, and all of the air in his body being knocked out.
"Found you~" the voice practically sang. "Haha, that was actually kinda quick, but you really are a fast little guy, aren't'cha?"
Fuck! Damn, fuck, bloody, goddamn, fuck, fuck!
Over. It was over. Alfred had finally caught up to him and now he was probably moments away from death.
It couldn't end like this. He wouldn't let it be like this. Arthur struggled kicking at a frenzied pace as he thrashed about trying to free himself of the other's weight. It was no use though. The other was much too large and much too heavy. Powerful legs meant nothing if you couldn't move them in order to kick (not that it would do him much good. His ankle was still searing with pain). He could hear his own voice making a fuss now, but it wouldn't do any good. No one was out here to save him. He had no hopes of some daring rescue.
"H-Hey! Hey," he heard the wolf's voice growl but still didn't stop his movements. Free, he needed to break free. He couldn't give up, not now. "Stop! You're breaking the rules. I caught you fair and square! Oh would you just hold still!?"
Arthur was flipped over onto his back forcefully, still pinned under the wolf, with fierce blue eyes glaring at him. Arthur cringed once more but went limp as soon as Alfred's hand clutched onto the junction between his neck and shoulder to hold him down more ably.
Cerulean orbs blinked in surprise, before giving the bunny another half-hearted glare and sighing. How obedient the other was in taking commands and at just the raise of his voice. He hadn't meant to shout at the nervous little guy, but he wasn't being fair. Alfred had said no struggling and trying to get away, if Arthur was caught. He was only just enforcing the rules. Luckily, though, it seemed as though the smaller creature had calmed down significantly after his complaint.
Arthur was now laying there quietly and Alfred could feel that all of his muscles had gone completely lax, which would certainly aid him later on if Arthur stayed so calm. The rabbit was taking in deep, slow breaths and his eyes had closed a tad bit passed half-mast. Peaceful and calm; what a change. Alfred sighed again and smiled down fondly at the smaller figure before nuzzling down into the side of his neck and giving the other a giddy chuckle.
"Caught you," he whispered softly again, before placing a small kiss where Arthur's jaw met his neck. "Sorry for yelling, but I won you. Mine. Mine, mine, mine. I caught you."
Arthur was screaming in his head, anxiety flaring and dread building. He wasn't quite as dormant as the large predator thought. In fact, instincts had seemed to have taken over and Arthur was now stuck in a last ditch effort normally used to trick predators. A paralysis of sorts, and if only the other would move off of him for a second, Arthur might be able to escape. He was completely immobilized, not even daring to move and inch as the other assaulted his neck.
A Game of Chase (11/?)
anonymous
December 27 2011, 23:21:39 UTC
Rough kisses were continuously placed all about Arthur's neck, causing him to cringe mentally. This wasn't quite what he had been expecting, or at least, not what he had heard or expected of other predators. Was this some sort of faux affection used to calm one before they were viciously ripped limb from limb or...
It was only then that Arthur noticed something rather warm poking into his thigh. Arthur wasn't sure if he would have even wanted to look if he could at the moment. Horrified; this was absolutely horrifying. It added a new meaning to getting a thrill out of hunting. Arthur knew predators were often so self absorbed in desire but he had never heard of anything quite like this. He had actually aroused the wolf... or perhaps this was exactly what he meant by it being spring, which meant... which meant that the other had some obscene desire to-- Arthur felt nauseous at the thought-- mate with him.
He wanted to scream. He wanted to push the other away and run and- Aaahhh~ Alfred was licking a warm trail over the marks he had just made on the rabbit's neck, soothing the bites and occasionally blowing cool air onto them.
There was no rhyme nor reason to this, Arthur thought as the other rutted against him. Why him? Why this? What was the point? He understood all of the crazy hormone levels but that brought upon no reason for the other to be so set on /him/ of all creatures. Arthur wasn't even female, there was absolutely no chance of reproduction, not that he even could considering he wasn't any sort of part wolf.
Cruel, cruel, heartless creatures. No sob passed through his lips but Arthur felt the excruciating need to do so. Is this really how it would be then? Some sort of warm body to 'mate' with for no reason before being slaughtered for a quick and easy meal. The other would be so sated from Arthur; full from two powerful desires that always seemed to be met.
"You've cut yourself up, silly thing," Alfred voiced quietly, interrupting the rabbit's dreadful thoughts, as Arthur felt something moist and hot on his forehead. The beast was lapping up the drying blood from the cut Arthur had gotten when he had fallen before. Arthur would have quivered, if not for the relaxed state his body had forced itself into. The wolf was tasting him. Tasting him. Dread filled the sandy blond's stomach. Such an action only confirmed his previous thoughts. He was to be used and eaten. Such a horrible fate. It was only a matter of time before the wolf got impatient and bit into Arthur's soft flesh.
Alfred hummed in contentment as he cleaned up the rabbit, pausing from his other ministrations for the time being. It was just supposed to be a friendly game, but obviously the other's survival instincts must have kicked in or something leaving him battered up much more than Alfred would have liked (though, he did taste rather divine). It seemed like one could never just have some fun without silly instincts kicking in. Then again, Francis had said the little guy was nervous by nature... perhaps all of the dark shadows had creeped him out during the game and that egged on his paranoia. Not that it mattered much now. Arthur was quite pliant and relaxed, not shying away from Alfred's touch at all, so any initial fear must have vanished when the rabbit was finally caught.
And yet... Alfred was puzzled. Not a noise, Arthur hadn't made one since his capture; not a slightly surprised whimper, no whine when Alfred had stopped moving against him nor a single moan when he was. Surely he'd make some sort of noise, right? Bunnies loved such attention, didn't they? And yet he had barely gotten a shiver out of the other.
A Game of Chase (12/?)
anonymous
December 27 2011, 23:23:37 UTC
Alfred peered curiously down at him now; hands balled up resting on his own chest, eyes closed (not squeezed, but not pleasured, as if he was asleep), breathing deep, yet terribly unsteady... all of these giving him a sort of quazi... 'playing dead,' appearance. And it suddenly hit him! The wolf couldn't believe he hadn't figured it out sooner. The rabbit --the small, weaker, 'prey' animal-- was obviously doing just what he looked like; playing dead. He could believe he hadn't figured it out before. The signs were so obvious, not to mention everything he had judged from the little guy when he was proposing their game.
He was prideful. Despite being of a lesser tier on the food chain, Arthur, a bunny, still had his pride. Just because he had been caught didn't mean he would admit defeat. Even now, Alfred couldn't help the grin that snaked itself onto his features, with the prospects of such pleasure, he still wasn't going to give. Silly, silly bunny. The wolf could only smile in amusement at such behavior. It wasn't as if two couldn't play at such a game.
It was hardly the opportunity, and though he could feel the other back off of him, Arthur was sure the wolf didn't suspect him anywhere near dead of losing consciousness, which he would imagine would be less 'fun' if this was truly his fate for the predator. Because of this, Arthur found himself slowly slipping from his forced relaxed state. He wasn't fooling the other, he wouldn't be mistaken for dead or passed out, the other wasn't going to leave him for just that split moment so that he could get up and dash off. Not that that was really even an option now, though it had faded into a dull throb, Arthur was sure the burn and pain in his ankle would come back with a vengeance if he so tried to move now. Not to mention that the other had caught up to him in hardly any time when he had been running, for the most part, on two perfectly good feet.
As the other lowered himself back down, Arthur couldn't hold back that whimper, he couldn't help the shiver that ran through his body or any of it. He was stuck. He was stuck and he was aware of it and it was only a matter of time before he was completely taken. He had no control, none at all and it was scary, horrifying. He was terrified had couldn't do anything to help himself, to save himself, to live and stay alive.
He had to sit there; lay as his body began to react despite his mind, despite his thoughts, despite his fears and sickness and pain. Whimpers and whines flowed more freely from his mouth, his body heating up rather quickly in his defeat. It was funny how they worked, so human and still quite animalistic at the core, though, perhaps humans were as well. Even under all of this stress, his body was still rushing with awakening hormones, only added by the adrenaline that seeped into his veins. Spring indeed, whether he truly wanted to or not, his body would react pleasingly to the others ministrations after being denied this far into the season.
His body freely shivered now without his consent, his breath coming out in harsh pants, trying to cope with the other's touches. Hot and bothered and so, so, so uncomfortable. Lips ghosted across his pale skin teasingly, tongue sliding to lick and twirl around tender flesh of his soft, pale pink nipples. Sensitive, he was so sensitive and vulnerable as his body began to feel as though it was literally burning up, filling with such a need that it made him sick. Such a carnal pleasure.
Arthur let out something between a choked sob and a low moan as Alfred chuckled, the hand that was holding his hips down moving between them to palm at Arthur's hardening arousal. It felt so good. Arthur was crying out openly from the sensation. He hadn't been touched and he needed this, his body wanted this despite the circumstances, almost forgetting the danger, forgetting the situation and his 'mate.' Shocks rippled over him and making him hotter and hotter. His heart was beating harder than it ever had, everything in him tensing and building. How cruel. How ironic this was. To experience such pleasure before one's demise was surreal. What did he do to deserve such a fate?
A Game of Chase (13/?)
anonymous
December 27 2011, 23:32:59 UTC
The wolf's hand explored him more leaving the sandy blond's cock unattended once more and earning a small whine that wormed its way from the rabbit's mouth, while the other hand pressed firmly down on his stomach. The free hand roamed him though, tortuously slow only feeding his need and want. Caressing over and down Arthur's skin while making it relatively clear that he was going to be pinned down until the other decided he was done with such actions. The wolf's fingers trailed once more, underneath him, calloused skin rubbing into his flesh, kneading into his back side, causing small gasps and a few groans when they finally found his tail, lightly stroking the appendage, making his back arch and an embarrassing, wanton, moan be released into the air. The other abused this, continuing petting and stroking at the small fluffy tail, making Arthur arch and spread himself in need.
He wasn't sure when the hand had stopped stroking him. He was sweating, crying, shivering, whimpering unintelligible things, his body ceasing to be as relaxed as it originally had, but still unable to move himself away; truly stuck. It was impossible for him to tell when, but he realized the other must have at some point when one of the some calloused digits, cool and wet, pressed into him. It wasn't gentle, he hadn't been expecting anything of the sort, hell he was still hoping somewhere in the back of his mind that this was still a very real horrible nightmare. But at the same time the fingered hadn't been jabbed in or terrible rough with him.
Why was that? Why not simply take him now? Why care about this? Why wouldn't he be selfish? If he was just going to tear into him later, why not rip, break and beat him now? Arthur was beginning to wear. He was tired, he was over stimulated and needy and simply wanted to be done. This wasn't even any amount of pain his body was bracing itself for. It was simply uncomfortable and when a second digit was added it burned, but only amounting to his face scrunching up in slight discomfort, trying his best not to clench around the digits hastily preparing him for something his body craved and his mind found horrifying.
He had never felt this helpless before in his life. Never in all of his years. Sure he had been chased before, and had a few close calls, but never truly caught, never truly pinned down and forced to meet his fate. All the while, the feeling of humiliation coursed through him. He was going to die. That... that would have been enough. This however was different. He writhed as the pain and stretching dulled, seemingly to melt slowly into tolerance before jolting pleasure bombarded his system. He keened, and moaned, panting while he tried to move, not to get away, but to buck back into those fingers now assaulting him, to get more feeling he needed, his brain frenzied and was driven just by the instinctual urge to reach completion. He wanted this, or in some sick way his body wanted this. He was allowing this to happen, he wanted this to happen and that prospect scared and shamed him. Something that would only lead to his death and he was welcoming it fully.
He simply couldn't help it though, his emotions were currently overwhelming, his body craving one thing while his mind pleaded for another. A war was raging in him and he had no say in the end. He whimpered and made noises that pleaded for more, to please get on with it, to hurry. And perhaps he was too good at such vocals, for the same fingers he was feebly trying to buck into one moment were gone and replaced the next moment with something much larger and much more filling. It was at that moment he wondered if the other had ripped him in two, while at the same time, he was most certainly sure the dull sparks of pleasure should not have been there. The quiet forest around them grow loud with his call and the wolf's low groan as he had penetrated Arthur fully.
A Game of Chase (14/?)
anonymous
December 27 2011, 23:33:51 UTC
"Shhhh," he heard the other's voice, his lips coming down to meet the skin of his neck. A few slight supposed comforting circles were drawn into his hipbone as his neck was nuzzled and kissed, though after a moment of simply sitting there, Arthur could feel the other's smirk as it left his skin to perhaps observe the sandy blond fully. Arthur didn't dare open his eyes, knowing the wolf's fierce blue ones were certainly looking at him, playing with him in such a state, getting high off of such a power kick. "You sound as if you're being murdered."
Arthur squirmed as the wolf thrusted experimentally in him and cried out, not only from the other's motion, the burning pain mixed with dull pleasure, but his words. What a thing to say. What a horrid thing to say. The beast really was playing with him, toying with him, making fun of him. The beast enjoyed such a thing. It was too much. Fat tears began rolling down his face. No matter how his body was reacting, he was completely distressed. He couldn't handle this. He needed this to be over. He needed this to stop. He wanted this to stop. Such a sensation wasn't supposed to be accompanied by the absolute fear and dread and terror of your impending demise. It wasn't supposed to be like this.
He flinched as a hand came up to pet at his hair, to caress his face. No, no, no. This was wrong, it was all so very wrong. Alfred leaned down again and nuzzled into the crook of Arthur's neck, cooing lightly at him. "Shhh. I know it hurts, I know. Relax. Shhh, shhh. It'll get better, just relax. It'll all be over soon eno-"
"Please, please, please. No.... I-I..." He couldn't help his voice as he blurted out, unable to hold back any longer, crying out as his body trembled mercilessly in some sort of broken form of speech. "Don't want it to be over, please, please, please. Don't eat me. D-Don't want to die. Please don't kill me. Not food, not food."
The body above him, in him, surrounding him, went somewhat rigid as Arthur continued to sob, a mantra of pleas being choked out whenever he could take a breath. Everything was so heavy, so, so heavy. He didn't want to die. Not now, please not now. He cracked his eyes open, peering up at the other, pleading with him, hoping to get through, hoping he wasn't only just speeding up his fate and make the other infuriated with himself, egging him on to kill him right then and there or possessing him to continue, to use him and make a meal of him.
Those icy blue eyes stared back at him, not moving despite whatever painful hormonal need was still possessing them. It was almost queer. He made no move and said nothing, not a sound, making Arthur so uneasy and anxious. It was that sort of odd perplexity, the ceasing of any, and all, movement, that made the rabbit's cries and sobs eventually die down into sniffles and anxious hiccups. It was only then that the wolf moved, forcing a high-pitched squeak from the sandy blond and a dry sob to bubble up. He moved slowly, ever so slowly back down to nuzzle his cheek against Arthur's, cooing again, fingers coming up to pet and comb through the smaller creature's hair.
It was nothing but a small, wispy, almost bitter sounding laugh.
"M'not going to eat you, darling. Shhhh... Calm back down, shhhh. Never planned on eating you."
Lies. Arthur's mind screamed this at him. It didn't matter what the wolf said. He was deceitful. Lies, it was one big lie. Of course that's what he planned. Why else chase him down? Why else chose him? Why else mate someone like this? Of course he was lying. His actions spoke volumes. He wanted to kill Arthur. Just a meal, he was simply just a meal.
A Game of Chase (15/?)
anonymous
December 27 2011, 23:34:48 UTC
"D-Don't... Don't believe you, y-you horrid liar... I... never... you're... you're t-terrible." Arthur's voice caught, his nerves rising, his body tensing with each moment he tried to choke something out. Everything felt as if it was closing all around him quickly. No escape, no way to break free, he was going to di--
Arthur froze as a low growl interrupted his thoughts, trying not to flinch as his eyes darted to look back up and over into the wolf's almost frustrated looking blue one.
"Look, I see that there's obviously been some sort of weird, crazy, misunderstanding," The wolf sigh this out, moving back down to kiss at the junction of Arthur's shoulder and neck, one hand moving and caressing back over Arthur creamy pale skin until it reached down in between them, grasping the rabbit's softening member, pumping it until it came back to life. Arthur arched and moaned out, panting and reacting against his will once more, body feeling as if it were autopilot. "I'll repeat it again... I really don't wanna eat you..... Not a meal, I know that. And I really would love to spend the entire evening explaining to you how much eating you would be a real downer for me, but you're practically killing me here. And if you don't stop clenching and tensing, you're gonna have a hell of a time walking later, sweetheart."
Not a moment later did chapped lips brush against his own for the first time that evening, making Arthur's head spin and whirl more than it already was doing so. He couldn't believe the other's words. He wouldn't. How could he? There was no reason!... And yet, the other wasn't viciously attacking him now, not snarling or yelling or thrusting into him without regard at all. Alfred's lips teased him for a moment, testing and kissing at the corners of his mouth before stealing one full on, quickly entering the sandy blond's mouth, the other too far in shock to put up much of a reaction now to the strong, dominating kiss.
So hot and heavy. Heat. He felt as if he was on fire, as if he has suddenly stepped foot next to a blazing fire. When it finally broke, Arthur could practically feel the warmth radiating off of the two of them, suddenly seeing the desperation in his capture's eyes. He didn't trust him. He didn't trust the wolf. Such behavior was hardly any substantial evidence to help quell his fears, to dismiss the horrid thoughts that were running through his head. False care, that's what it more than likely was. Desperation for cooperation, that was it. That's all Arthur expected. There was no reason to trust and believe that after this was done with that he wouldn't turn and eat Arthur as well.
"I.... still don't... don't believe you, you berk."
There was a short laugh that was more of a pant. "Guess we'll both just have to see then who's right."
A Game of Chase (16/?)
anonymous
December 27 2011, 23:35:53 UTC
The wolf grinned down at him, a sort of encouraging little thing that almost convinced Arthur that he might not be completely horrid, that there was a chance he wasn't lying. Almost. But almost didn't seem to matter. It did matter. Taking his calming nerves as a sign to go on the wolf slid out of Arthur before thrusting back into his now well adjusted body. Arthur's breath caught again in his throat, not entirely ready for this again, but the burn at least had dulled substantially since his last go at it.
It was almost an automatic response, the rabbit's arms came up, wrapping and clutching onto Alfred's broad back, feeling taut musculature work, moving with every thrust. So much power. It was a scary thought. The wolf could and probably would ruin him, hurt him, tear him in half, make him bleed and beak his bone, pound into him with the sole intent of getting off... and yet he didn't. Not quite, at least. Arthur was gasping out, keening loudly, making obscenely wanton sounds as his prostate was assaulted. He needed this. Well not perhaps in this sort of way or position, but him body had been yearning for a mate. It called and begged at times and now being fulfilled to such an extent, it was as if his mind was being wiped. And occasional thought would whirl past him that he should be trying to move, trying to escape, but then the other would nibbled at the junction of his neck, like and kiss and move his hands over and across him entirely.
His whole body seemed to be moved with Alfred's, the heat and pleasure almost divine. His back was scraping against the cool hard ground and yet he couldn't even make his mind even focus on it. He was suddenly lost. He was gone. Frenzied and hot, oh so hot. He was burning, sweating. Everything had finally melted and it was finally just this. This moment. This need. His blood raced in an invigorating matter, almost every fiber of him in complete overdrive, enjoying a very long and overdue need. Complete and utter bliss built up. Another kiss was shared in the heat of it all, sharp teeth against blunt, clashing heavily against each other, all tongue and teeth; craving, aching, wanting more filled with desire that was finally being filled, a hunger being satisfied to its peak.
It felt as if it had come too soon and probably did. Please, no, a little longer. Arthur clenched and tried to hold onto the feeling, the extreme pleasure a little longer, but it wasn't to be. The wolf's, Alfred's, hand slid in between their sweat coated bodies, grabbing Arthur's arousal in rhythm with his movements, if one could call the erratic thrusts the other had quickly delved into a rhythm. It did matter regardless. Arthur's body was soon wracked with waves of pleasure, seizing up and arching, letting out a final, loud, strangled moan as he finished. He was sated, limp and complete as the larger figure above him worked and moved to his own completion, pounding into Arthur with renewed force before spilling his own seed into him, coming with a low moan that sounded almost like a feral growl to Arthur.
A growl the reminded the rabbit of his predicament and imminent doom. But his body lay there; satisfied. He wanted to move, he wanted to run or struggle or something. But it was no use. The other was still, practically collapsing on top of him. Even if he wasn't so fatigued and exhausted, he wouldn't have been able to move from the spot where he lay now.
The wolf nuzzled, sighing in a completely satisfied way against his neck, Arthur tensing, bracing himself for the other's bite that would end him. But it never came. Strong arms wrapped around his form, before he was rolled onto his side, and pulled so close to the wolf's chest. It, he, Alfred had taken to humming quietly now in delight still nuzzling quite, puzzlingly affectionate towards Arthur.
A Game of Chase (17/17) Complete
anonymous
December 27 2011, 23:37:01 UTC
"So, so good." It was quiet and Arthur was still tense until the other yawned, practically encasing him against his body. "And look, you're alive. Looks like somebody was... being a silly paranoid bunny."
"I..... I think my fears were well founded, thank you," It was quiet but Arthur still huffed, not giving the predator more trust than he needed to, but feeling as if he could speak this out. The wolf did miraculously keep his word. "But.. er... I really should be off to see if--"
"Tomorrow," was said accompanied by a 'lovely' yawn afterward, Alfred's arms tightening around him further. "M'tired and wanna sleep and cuddle and you're warm."
"Yes... well... My burrow and the little ones. I have to--- if they're still alive I need to--"
"Tomorrow," The tone was final. "Your ankle's hurt, isn't it? Will take you back tomorrow, make sure you're safe."
Arthur sighed and Alfred's body certainly wasn't budging. He supposed he could have waited until the other fell asleep and perhaps slipped out of his arms without too much trouble, but Arthur was so tired from running and struggling, and other activities that exhaustion was slowly winning his body over and coaxing him back into a relaxed state. A few hours might not be bad. A short sleep and leave. Nothing would surely bother them, not with his makeshift 'lover' being a wolf after all. He could slip away later, if the other wasn't up, and if he was, well, it seemed this wolf held its promises well enough and wouldn't harm him and make sure he got home safely. So he would allow this odd cuddling, this odd gesture of affection and indulge this wolf just once before making sure he'd never seem him again. Yes, that would most certainly do.
Arthur's thoughts were filled with ways of avoiding any run ins with silly predators like this as he quickly drifted into a much needed sleep. And perhaps this was for the best as his ears most certainly didn't pick up the barely there mumbled statement, "Maybe we'll play and do this again some other time."
Re: A Game of Chase (17/17) Complete
anonymous
December 28 2011, 00:24:46 UTC
I don't normally like this sort of thing. I do love power play, but furries have never been my thing and neither has dubcon.
But dear God, this is amazing. It's dripping with sex appeal and if my dad wasn't in the next room I would have been fapping to this like there was no tomorrow.
Re: A Game of Chase (17/17) Complete
anonymous
December 28 2011, 07:53:27 UTC
Oh my. You did a great job for your first fill, anon. I liked the Greater Animal Spirit sort of relationship you gave the animal people to normal animals. Grouchy, stern Arthur holding court over a bunch of furry rabbits, while floppy, lazy Alfred probably gets mobbed regularly by wolf pups (I've had this happen once; you almost die of the puppy slobber while their tired but slightly frightening wolf mother gives you a look that means "*Thank you*"). XD
Lovely descriptions, and wonderful relationship dynamics. I quite liked Alfred's way of speaking and his prejudice about rabbits ("They're all sluts!") was funny.
Re: A Game of Chase (17/17) Complete
anonymous
January 20 2012, 18:45:18 UTC
I never even realized that I like dark!Alfred. Why hello there, new kink! Nice to meet you! :D
In all seriousness though, this fic has been a pleasure to read. I love your writing (the style, characterizations, descriptions, and the fairy tale, nostalgia-like ambiance)...it's just a solid piece of writing overall. If you ever decide to de-anon and write more fanfics, I for one would be looking forward to reading them. <3
"You mean it?" A large toothy grin made its way onto the other's features and Arthur couldn't help but notice how sharp they looked up this close. "I knew you'd agree."
Arthur cringed as the wolf nuzzled into his neck, inhaling deeply, no doubt memorizing his scent rather than some sort of mock appreciation. After a long moment the other moved back, only just slightly to look into Arthur's eyes, making sure he was paying attention.
"You're have to listen to the rules, all right," that horrid smile was back on the other's lips. "It's all pretty simple. I chase you and you run, okay? If you make it to... hmmm... Your home before I catch you, you win. If I do catch you, I win. Easy enough, right? I'll even give you a head start! It'll be fun... but once I catch you, I've caught you, got it? It's not one of those 'you can keep running if you get away' deals. It's like... tag! A game of tag. If I catch you, it's over. I win and... and maybe I'll let you go to play again sometime, but... I dunno. I might wanna keep you around and all. Spring, you know?"
Arthur really didn't. He supposed he could be alluding to food being scarce for him in winter and with Arthur there caught, trapped, he'd make for an easy meal. The favors in this game were widely against him despite the wolf trying to 'even out the playing field.'
"Okay, so you got it?"
Arthur nodded numbly. It was a chance at least. A chance to out run and escape from danger. It was better than nothing. It was better than the other just ripping out his throat here. He had an opportunity to live another day and he'd take it. He couldn't waste this. He needed to play this silly little cruel game in order to carry on.
"Good. 3... 2... 1..." Alfred's voice was as smooth as silk as it drifted to his ears. “Run.”
It took no other encouragement. Arthur pushed Alfred aside, running at full sprint across the meadow towards the thick rows of fur trees needing to put some distance between them at once. A head start. He was granted a head start, which meant that if he was fast enough, Arthur could out run and completely lose the other if Alfred lack any particular speed or grace. Though, he sincerely doubted it considering the way the wolf moved before... But now wasn't the time to think of such trifling subjects. His mind was now intent on getting through the dense trees to the stream that ran throughout the forest. That would probably be the best way to win this sort of game. If he dove in, he could wash his scent away momentarily and if he had a great lead on the other he could make it to the warren without leading the other there leaving the wolf helplessly confused as to where he had disappeared to.
Alfred watched Arthur's retreating form with nothing but a grin on his face that could only be described as appropriate, for it mimicked what he truly was. He cocked an eyebrow in amusement. Bunny-boy was a bit faster than he thought, which was awesome. Nothing was fun without a bit of a challenge, and it seemed like Arthur would be quite refreshing. After all of the monotony that seemed to have surrounded him as of late this would be lovely.
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Arthur was a delightful creature, much more so than that sly fox had let on to Alfred. The wolf now knew why. Such a pretty little thing, he was: light sandy blond hair that was so fluffy and soft to the touch, much like the fur on those adorable ears of his; big, green eyes that were the shade of all of those clovers his kind always loved; and pale, beautiful skin that still hadn't quite lost its snowy look from winter. A small rare, beauty. Alfred hardly found himself staring at those lower on the food chain, but that bunny was hardly anything to sniff at. Quick, agile, he seemed smart and if you got over his initial nervousness that seemed to plague the poor creature, you'd be able to tell that there certainly was something feisty in there.
Oh, this would be fun. So, so much fun. Best be getting to work, though. He had mused long enough. Because it certainly wasn't as if he actually wanted to lose the little rabbit. With adrenaline already pumping through his veins as sheer excitement grew to all new levels.
Oh the thrill of the hunt.
Arthur, breath labored and heavy, had burst through even more underbrush, beginning to tire from such strenuous activity. Each fall of his feet lasted on the dirt, grass and thicket no more than a forth of a second. Gulping down several breaths of air, he tried to aid his now starving lungs, leaving little airy gasps in his wake. Soon they felt as though they were tightening to no end, forcing Arthur to breath and heavily rely on his nose.
Floppy blond ears, that were once an asset for hearing danger, were now nothing more than a mere nuisance as they slapped him in the face and hit dense, overrun plant life causing more unnecessary pain. The pads of his feet were raw and cut open: the pain of blood oozing from the wounds was only a minor concern compared with the intense frenzied feeling he was currently facing. He instinctively dodged hanging branches and trees, jumping over debris on the ground when necessary whilst trying not work himself into such a panic that he lost all sense of rational thought and relied fully on instincts.
The sun had now set and darkness seemed to taunt him; tease him. Means and ways of escape, constantly flitted passed his eyes, only to be dashed of hope when met only with sinister, looming trees. Where exactly was that stream? Everything began to look the same and actual familiar surroundings dwindled in number.
His foot caught itself in a root and with a cry, Arthur found himself toppling over onto the ground, his ankle staying at an odd, excruciating angle before freeing itself. His face hit against the edge of a rock and a slight cut was made on his forehead. Arthur cried out. It hurt. Everything was beginning to hurt so badly. His body was aching from the strenuous activity, his feet sore from the rough terrain and now his head throbbed and his ankle was probably twisted at best.
But now was not the time to stop. Now was not the time for some sort of pity party. He had to run. He had to escape. He couldn't think about the pain. He had to survive. He had to live long enough to figure out how to nurse himself back to health.
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And then freedom was in sight. The metaphorical light at the end of the tunnel was so near. A stream; the stream was a few hundred meters away. He'd be safe. He just needed to keep going; work through his pain and be in the clear.
No sooner had the thought reached his head than Arthur found himself sprawled out on the ground once more, but this time a large, warm, heavy weight found itself on top of him, and all of the air in his body being knocked out.
"Found you~" the voice practically sang. "Haha, that was actually kinda quick, but you really are a fast little guy, aren't'cha?"
Fuck! Damn, fuck, bloody, goddamn, fuck, fuck!
Over. It was over. Alfred had finally caught up to him and now he was probably moments away from death.
It couldn't end like this. He wouldn't let it be like this. Arthur struggled kicking at a frenzied pace as he thrashed about trying to free himself of the other's weight. It was no use though. The other was much too large and much too heavy. Powerful legs meant nothing if you couldn't move them in order to kick (not that it would do him much good. His ankle was still searing with pain). He could hear his own voice making a fuss now, but it wouldn't do any good. No one was out here to save him. He had no hopes of some daring rescue.
"H-Hey! Hey," he heard the wolf's voice growl but still didn't stop his movements. Free, he needed to break free. He couldn't give up, not now. "Stop! You're breaking the rules. I caught you fair and square! Oh would you just hold still!?"
Arthur was flipped over onto his back forcefully, still pinned under the wolf, with fierce blue eyes glaring at him. Arthur cringed once more but went limp as soon as Alfred's hand clutched onto the junction between his neck and shoulder to hold him down more ably.
Cerulean orbs blinked in surprise, before giving the bunny another half-hearted glare and sighing. How obedient the other was in taking commands and at just the raise of his voice. He hadn't meant to shout at the nervous little guy, but he wasn't being fair. Alfred had said no struggling and trying to get away, if Arthur was caught. He was only just enforcing the rules. Luckily, though, it seemed as though the smaller creature had calmed down significantly after his complaint.
Arthur was now laying there quietly and Alfred could feel that all of his muscles had gone completely lax, which would certainly aid him later on if Arthur stayed so calm. The rabbit was taking in deep, slow breaths and his eyes had closed a tad bit passed half-mast. Peaceful and calm; what a change. Alfred sighed again and smiled down fondly at the smaller figure before nuzzling down into the side of his neck and giving the other a giddy chuckle.
"Caught you," he whispered softly again, before placing a small kiss where Arthur's jaw met his neck. "Sorry for yelling, but I won you. Mine. Mine, mine, mine. I caught you."
Arthur was screaming in his head, anxiety flaring and dread building. He wasn't quite as dormant as the large predator thought. In fact, instincts had seemed to have taken over and Arthur was now stuck in a last ditch effort normally used to trick predators. A paralysis of sorts, and if only the other would move off of him for a second, Arthur might be able to escape. He was completely immobilized, not even daring to move and inch as the other assaulted his neck.
Off! Please get off!
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It was only then that Arthur noticed something rather warm poking into his thigh. Arthur wasn't sure if he would have even wanted to look if he could at the moment. Horrified; this was absolutely horrifying. It added a new meaning to getting a thrill out of hunting. Arthur knew predators were often so self absorbed in desire but he had never heard of anything quite like this. He had actually aroused the wolf... or perhaps this was exactly what he meant by it being spring, which meant... which meant that the other had some obscene desire to-- Arthur felt nauseous at the thought-- mate with him.
He wanted to scream. He wanted to push the other away and run and- Aaahhh~ Alfred was licking a warm trail over the marks he had just made on the rabbit's neck, soothing the bites and occasionally blowing cool air onto them.
There was no rhyme nor reason to this, Arthur thought as the other rutted against him. Why him? Why this? What was the point? He understood all of the crazy hormone levels but that brought upon no reason for the other to be so set on /him/ of all creatures. Arthur wasn't even female, there was absolutely no chance of reproduction, not that he even could considering he wasn't any sort of part wolf.
Cruel, cruel, heartless creatures. No sob passed through his lips but Arthur felt the excruciating need to do so. Is this really how it would be then? Some sort of warm body to 'mate' with for no reason before being slaughtered for a quick and easy meal. The other would be so sated from Arthur; full from two powerful desires that always seemed to be met.
"You've cut yourself up, silly thing," Alfred voiced quietly, interrupting the rabbit's dreadful thoughts, as Arthur felt something moist and hot on his forehead. The beast was lapping up the drying blood from the cut Arthur had gotten when he had fallen before. Arthur would have quivered, if not for the relaxed state his body had forced itself into. The wolf was tasting him. Tasting him. Dread filled the sandy blond's stomach. Such an action only confirmed his previous thoughts. He was to be used and eaten. Such a horrible fate. It was only a matter of time before the wolf got impatient and bit into Arthur's soft flesh.
Alfred hummed in contentment as he cleaned up the rabbit, pausing from his other ministrations for the time being. It was just supposed to be a friendly game, but obviously the other's survival instincts must have kicked in or something leaving him battered up much more than Alfred would have liked (though, he did taste rather divine). It seemed like one could never just have some fun without silly instincts kicking in. Then again, Francis had said the little guy was nervous by nature... perhaps all of the dark shadows had creeped him out during the game and that egged on his paranoia. Not that it mattered much now. Arthur was quite pliant and relaxed, not shying away from Alfred's touch at all, so any initial fear must have vanished when the rabbit was finally caught.
And yet... Alfred was puzzled. Not a noise, Arthur hadn't made one since his capture; not a slightly surprised whimper, no whine when Alfred had stopped moving against him nor a single moan when he was. Surely he'd make some sort of noise, right? Bunnies loved such attention, didn't they? And yet he had barely gotten a shiver out of the other.
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Alfred peered curiously down at him now; hands balled up resting on his own chest, eyes closed (not squeezed, but not pleasured, as if he was asleep), breathing deep, yet terribly unsteady... all of these giving him a sort of quazi... 'playing dead,' appearance. And it suddenly hit him! The wolf couldn't believe he hadn't figured it out sooner. The rabbit --the small, weaker, 'prey' animal-- was obviously doing just what he looked like; playing dead. He could believe he hadn't figured it out before. The signs were so obvious, not to mention everything he had judged from the little guy when he was proposing their game.
He was prideful. Despite being of a lesser tier on the food chain, Arthur, a bunny, still had his pride. Just because he had been caught didn't mean he would admit defeat. Even now, Alfred couldn't help the grin that snaked itself onto his features, with the prospects of such pleasure, he still wasn't going to give. Silly, silly bunny. The wolf could only smile in amusement at such behavior. It wasn't as if two couldn't play at such a game.
It was hardly the opportunity, and though he could feel the other back off of him, Arthur was sure the wolf didn't suspect him anywhere near dead of losing consciousness, which he would imagine would be less 'fun' if this was truly his fate for the predator. Because of this, Arthur found himself slowly slipping from his forced relaxed state. He wasn't fooling the other, he wouldn't be mistaken for dead or passed out, the other wasn't going to leave him for just that split moment so that he could get up and dash off. Not that that was really even an option now, though it had faded into a dull throb, Arthur was sure the burn and pain in his ankle would come back with a vengeance if he so tried to move now. Not to mention that the other had caught up to him in hardly any time when he had been running, for the most part, on two perfectly good feet.
As the other lowered himself back down, Arthur couldn't hold back that whimper, he couldn't help the shiver that ran through his body or any of it. He was stuck. He was stuck and he was aware of it and it was only a matter of time before he was completely taken. He had no control, none at all and it was scary, horrifying. He was terrified had couldn't do anything to help himself, to save himself, to live and stay alive.
He had to sit there; lay as his body began to react despite his mind, despite his thoughts, despite his fears and sickness and pain. Whimpers and whines flowed more freely from his mouth, his body heating up rather quickly in his defeat. It was funny how they worked, so human and still quite animalistic at the core, though, perhaps humans were as well. Even under all of this stress, his body was still rushing with awakening hormones, only added by the adrenaline that seeped into his veins. Spring indeed, whether he truly wanted to or not, his body would react pleasingly to the others ministrations after being denied this far into the season.
His body freely shivered now without his consent, his breath coming out in harsh pants, trying to cope with the other's touches. Hot and bothered and so, so, so uncomfortable. Lips ghosted across his pale skin teasingly, tongue sliding to lick and twirl around tender flesh of his soft, pale pink nipples. Sensitive, he was so sensitive and vulnerable as his body began to feel as though it was literally burning up, filling with such a need that it made him sick. Such a carnal pleasure.
Arthur let out something between a choked sob and a low moan as Alfred chuckled, the hand that was holding his hips down moving between them to palm at Arthur's hardening arousal. It felt so good. Arthur was crying out openly from the sensation. He hadn't been touched and he needed this, his body wanted this despite the circumstances, almost forgetting the danger, forgetting the situation and his 'mate.' Shocks rippled over him and making him hotter and hotter. His heart was beating harder than it ever had, everything in him tensing and building. How cruel. How ironic this was. To experience such pleasure before one's demise was surreal. What did he do to deserve such a fate?
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He wasn't sure when the hand had stopped stroking him. He was sweating, crying, shivering, whimpering unintelligible things, his body ceasing to be as relaxed as it originally had, but still unable to move himself away; truly stuck. It was impossible for him to tell when, but he realized the other must have at some point when one of the some calloused digits, cool and wet, pressed into him. It wasn't gentle, he hadn't been expecting anything of the sort, hell he was still hoping somewhere in the back of his mind that this was still a very real horrible nightmare. But at the same time the fingered hadn't been jabbed in or terrible rough with him.
Why was that? Why not simply take him now? Why care about this? Why wouldn't he be selfish? If he was just going to tear into him later, why not rip, break and beat him now? Arthur was beginning to wear. He was tired, he was over stimulated and needy and simply wanted to be done. This wasn't even any amount of pain his body was bracing itself for. It was simply uncomfortable and when a second digit was added it burned, but only amounting to his face scrunching up in slight discomfort, trying his best not to clench around the digits hastily preparing him for something his body craved and his mind found horrifying.
He had never felt this helpless before in his life. Never in all of his years. Sure he had been chased before, and had a few close calls, but never truly caught, never truly pinned down and forced to meet his fate. All the while, the feeling of humiliation coursed through him. He was going to die. That... that would have been enough. This however was different. He writhed as the pain and stretching dulled, seemingly to melt slowly into tolerance before jolting pleasure bombarded his system. He keened, and moaned, panting while he tried to move, not to get away, but to buck back into those fingers now assaulting him, to get more feeling he needed, his brain frenzied and was driven just by the instinctual urge to reach completion. He wanted this, or in some sick way his body wanted this. He was allowing this to happen, he wanted this to happen and that prospect scared and shamed him. Something that would only lead to his death and he was welcoming it fully.
He simply couldn't help it though, his emotions were currently overwhelming, his body craving one thing while his mind pleaded for another. A war was raging in him and he had no say in the end. He whimpered and made noises that pleaded for more, to please get on with it, to hurry. And perhaps he was too good at such vocals, for the same fingers he was feebly trying to buck into one moment were gone and replaced the next moment with something much larger and much more filling. It was at that moment he wondered if the other had ripped him in two, while at the same time, he was most certainly sure the dull sparks of pleasure should not have been there. The quiet forest around them grow loud with his call and the wolf's low groan as he had penetrated Arthur fully.
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Arthur squirmed as the wolf thrusted experimentally in him and cried out, not only from the other's motion, the burning pain mixed with dull pleasure, but his words. What a thing to say. What a horrid thing to say. The beast really was playing with him, toying with him, making fun of him. The beast enjoyed such a thing. It was too much. Fat tears began rolling down his face. No matter how his body was reacting, he was completely distressed. He couldn't handle this. He needed this to be over. He needed this to stop. He wanted this to stop. Such a sensation wasn't supposed to be accompanied by the absolute fear and dread and terror of your impending demise. It wasn't supposed to be like this.
He flinched as a hand came up to pet at his hair, to caress his face. No, no, no. This was wrong, it was all so very wrong. Alfred leaned down again and nuzzled into the crook of Arthur's neck, cooing lightly at him. "Shhh. I know it hurts, I know. Relax. Shhh, shhh. It'll get better, just relax. It'll all be over soon eno-"
"Please, please, please. No.... I-I..." He couldn't help his voice as he blurted out, unable to hold back any longer, crying out as his body trembled mercilessly in some sort of broken form of speech. "Don't want it to be over, please, please, please. Don't eat me. D-Don't want to die. Please don't kill me. Not food, not food."
The body above him, in him, surrounding him, went somewhat rigid as Arthur continued to sob, a mantra of pleas being choked out whenever he could take a breath. Everything was so heavy, so, so heavy. He didn't want to die. Not now, please not now. He cracked his eyes open, peering up at the other, pleading with him, hoping to get through, hoping he wasn't only just speeding up his fate and make the other infuriated with himself, egging him on to kill him right then and there or possessing him to continue, to use him and make a meal of him.
Those icy blue eyes stared back at him, not moving despite whatever painful hormonal need was still possessing them. It was almost queer. He made no move and said nothing, not a sound, making Arthur so uneasy and anxious. It was that sort of odd perplexity, the ceasing of any, and all, movement, that made the rabbit's cries and sobs eventually die down into sniffles and anxious hiccups. It was only then that the wolf moved, forcing a high-pitched squeak from the sandy blond and a dry sob to bubble up. He moved slowly, ever so slowly back down to nuzzle his cheek against Arthur's, cooing again, fingers coming up to pet and comb through the smaller creature's hair.
It was nothing but a small, wispy, almost bitter sounding laugh.
"M'not going to eat you, darling. Shhhh... Calm back down, shhhh. Never planned on eating you."
Lies. Arthur's mind screamed this at him. It didn't matter what the wolf said. He was deceitful. Lies, it was one big lie. Of course that's what he planned. Why else chase him down? Why else chose him? Why else mate someone like this? Of course he was lying. His actions spoke volumes. He wanted to kill Arthur. Just a meal, he was simply just a meal.
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Arthur froze as a low growl interrupted his thoughts, trying not to flinch as his eyes darted to look back up and over into the wolf's almost frustrated looking blue one.
"Look, I see that there's obviously been some sort of weird, crazy, misunderstanding," The wolf sigh this out, moving back down to kiss at the junction of Arthur's shoulder and neck, one hand moving and caressing back over Arthur creamy pale skin until it reached down in between them, grasping the rabbit's softening member, pumping it until it came back to life. Arthur arched and moaned out, panting and reacting against his will once more, body feeling as if it were autopilot. "I'll repeat it again... I really don't wanna eat you..... Not a meal, I know that. And I really would love to spend the entire evening explaining to you how much eating you would be a real downer for me, but you're practically killing me here. And if you don't stop clenching and tensing, you're gonna have a hell of a time walking later, sweetheart."
Not a moment later did chapped lips brush against his own for the first time that evening, making Arthur's head spin and whirl more than it already was doing so. He couldn't believe the other's words. He wouldn't. How could he? There was no reason!... And yet, the other wasn't viciously attacking him now, not snarling or yelling or thrusting into him without regard at all. Alfred's lips teased him for a moment, testing and kissing at the corners of his mouth before stealing one full on, quickly entering the sandy blond's mouth, the other too far in shock to put up much of a reaction now to the strong, dominating kiss.
So hot and heavy. Heat. He felt as if he was on fire, as if he has suddenly stepped foot next to a blazing fire. When it finally broke, Arthur could practically feel the warmth radiating off of the two of them, suddenly seeing the desperation in his capture's eyes. He didn't trust him. He didn't trust the wolf. Such behavior was hardly any substantial evidence to help quell his fears, to dismiss the horrid thoughts that were running through his head. False care, that's what it more than likely was. Desperation for cooperation, that was it. That's all Arthur expected. There was no reason to trust and believe that after this was done with that he wouldn't turn and eat Arthur as well.
"I.... still don't... don't believe you, you berk."
There was a short laugh that was more of a pant. "Guess we'll both just have to see then who's right."
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It was almost an automatic response, the rabbit's arms came up, wrapping and clutching onto Alfred's broad back, feeling taut musculature work, moving with every thrust. So much power. It was a scary thought. The wolf could and probably would ruin him, hurt him, tear him in half, make him bleed and beak his bone, pound into him with the sole intent of getting off... and yet he didn't. Not quite, at least. Arthur was gasping out, keening loudly, making obscenely wanton sounds as his prostate was assaulted. He needed this. Well not perhaps in this sort of way or position, but him body had been yearning for a mate. It called and begged at times and now being fulfilled to such an extent, it was as if his mind was being wiped. And occasional thought would whirl past him that he should be trying to move, trying to escape, but then the other would nibbled at the junction of his neck, like and kiss and move his hands over and across him entirely.
His whole body seemed to be moved with Alfred's, the heat and pleasure almost divine. His back was scraping against the cool hard ground and yet he couldn't even make his mind even focus on it. He was suddenly lost. He was gone. Frenzied and hot, oh so hot. He was burning, sweating. Everything had finally melted and it was finally just this. This moment. This need. His blood raced in an invigorating matter, almost every fiber of him in complete overdrive, enjoying a very long and overdue need. Complete and utter bliss built up. Another kiss was shared in the heat of it all, sharp teeth against blunt, clashing heavily against each other, all tongue and teeth; craving, aching, wanting more filled with desire that was finally being filled, a hunger being satisfied to its peak.
It felt as if it had come too soon and probably did. Please, no, a little longer. Arthur clenched and tried to hold onto the feeling, the extreme pleasure a little longer, but it wasn't to be. The wolf's, Alfred's, hand slid in between their sweat coated bodies, grabbing Arthur's arousal in rhythm with his movements, if one could call the erratic thrusts the other had quickly delved into a rhythm. It did matter regardless. Arthur's body was soon wracked with waves of pleasure, seizing up and arching, letting out a final, loud, strangled moan as he finished. He was sated, limp and complete as the larger figure above him worked and moved to his own completion, pounding into Arthur with renewed force before spilling his own seed into him, coming with a low moan that sounded almost like a feral growl to Arthur.
A growl the reminded the rabbit of his predicament and imminent doom. But his body lay there; satisfied. He wanted to move, he wanted to run or struggle or something. But it was no use. The other was still, practically collapsing on top of him. Even if he wasn't so fatigued and exhausted, he wouldn't have been able to move from the spot where he lay now.
The wolf nuzzled, sighing in a completely satisfied way against his neck, Arthur tensing, bracing himself for the other's bite that would end him. But it never came. Strong arms wrapped around his form, before he was rolled onto his side, and pulled so close to the wolf's chest. It, he, Alfred had taken to humming quietly now in delight still nuzzling quite, puzzlingly affectionate towards Arthur.
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"I..... I think my fears were well founded, thank you," It was quiet but Arthur still huffed, not giving the predator more trust than he needed to, but feeling as if he could speak this out. The wolf did miraculously keep his word. "But.. er... I really should be off to see if--"
"Tomorrow," was said accompanied by a 'lovely' yawn afterward, Alfred's arms tightening around him further. "M'tired and wanna sleep and cuddle and you're warm."
"Yes... well... My burrow and the little ones. I have to--- if they're still alive I need to--"
"Tomorrow," The tone was final. "Your ankle's hurt, isn't it? Will take you back tomorrow, make sure you're safe."
Arthur sighed and Alfred's body certainly wasn't budging. He supposed he could have waited until the other fell asleep and perhaps slipped out of his arms without too much trouble, but Arthur was so tired from running and struggling, and other activities that exhaustion was slowly winning his body over and coaxing him back into a relaxed state. A few hours might not be bad. A short sleep and leave. Nothing would surely bother them, not with his makeshift 'lover' being a wolf after all. He could slip away later, if the other wasn't up, and if he was, well, it seemed this wolf held its promises well enough and wouldn't harm him and make sure he got home safely. So he would allow this odd cuddling, this odd gesture of affection and indulge this wolf just once before making sure he'd never seem him again. Yes, that would most certainly do.
Arthur's thoughts were filled with ways of avoiding any run ins with silly predators like this as he quickly drifted into a much needed sleep. And perhaps this was for the best as his ears most certainly didn't pick up the barely there mumbled statement, "Maybe we'll play and do this again some other time."
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But dear God, this is amazing. It's dripping with sex appeal and if my dad wasn't in the next room I would have been fapping to this like there was no tomorrow.
Hope to see you around, Anon!
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Lovely descriptions, and wonderful relationship dynamics. I quite liked Alfred's way of speaking and his prejudice about rabbits ("They're all sluts!") was funny.
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In all seriousness though, this fic has been a pleasure to read. I love your writing (the style, characterizations, descriptions, and the fairy tale, nostalgia-like ambiance)...it's just a solid piece of writing overall. If you ever decide to de-anon and write more fanfics, I for one would be looking forward to reading them. <3
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